I've promised to marry him in April.
And I'm going to keep my promise." "Not in April," said Kitty very quietly.

"You won't be able to marry him so soon.

Nan, dear, I've--I've bad news for you." She hesitated and Nan broke in hastily: "Bad news?
What--who is it?
Not--_not_ Uncle David ?" Her voice rose a little shrilly.
Kitty nodded, her face very sorrowful.

And now Nan noticed that she had evidently been crying before she came to the flat.
"Yes.

He died this morning--in his sleep.